In the last few months I have felt myself to fall almost into a fanzine. I don't know if this is my fault or simply the flow of events. Suddenly Cecilia Bartoli seems to be everywhere. After streaming Otello in March and Giulio Cesare in May, she has started this Mission treasure hunt. Cecilia has a lot of very bright fans, and I think the secret may already have been discovered. We'll see.
I have been a fan of Bartoli for 18 years. It was an instinctive reaction and not an intellectual decision. I could not have been more surprised by the path she has taken and continues to take. She is an original. Lately I have begun to feel proud of myself that out of the whole world of classical music I would pick her.
We have a bald priest. We have guns under hats. We have sheets of music with the titles turned into code. We have a narrator who cannot tell Turkey from Albania and who eats Cecilia's biscuits. We have Donna Leon in a fedora. I am irresistibly drawn to crime and mystery, so what am I to do?
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